At the beginning of the new month, the moonlight like water sprinkled on the face of the wind spirit, like a fairy. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Just a glance, Qin Wanxi's many unbearable impressions of the wind spirit were left behind, who would have thought that this person as pure as water would be associated with dirty things.

"You..." Qin Wanxi was shocked and annoyed, and withdrew her hand vigorously, but was held by the wind spirit.

"When I saw it today, why is Sister Wan so indifferent?" Feng Ling's face was innocent, his hands were strong, and a few hints of naughtiness flashed in his eyes.

"You..." Qin Wanxi's face turned red, ashamed to speak, just blindly trying to get rid of it, entangled for a while, and feigned anger: "Let go... Otherwise, you're welcome!"

"Really?" Feng Ling's eyebrows and eyes were dyed with a smile, and he deliberately said: "Sister, who turned around and locked just now, turned out to be polite to Ling'er!"

"You..." Feng Ling's words made Qin Wanxi embarrassed, her face turned even redder, and she said softly: "Don't blame me for offending!"

"Is my sister going to do it again?" Feng Ling's giggles, but his feet are not slow at all, changing with the change of Qin Wanxi's tricks.

Qin Wanxi was dressed in a goose yellow Luo shirt, Feng Ling was dressed in a plain brocade skirt, and the two figures, one yellow and one white, were entangled together, like the rotation of the sun and the moon, and like fairies frolicking.

The dancing phoenix bun is empty, and the waist is softer.

"Oops!" After a few rounds, the wind spirit suddenly exclaimed, and its body slammed into the wall of the courtyard like an arrow from a string.

"Ling'er!" Qin Wanxi was shocked, and hurriedly stepped forward but it was too late, regretting it in her heart, and she didn't dare to look any further.

Who knew that the wind spirit was somersaulting in the air, and its toes were on the wall, like a swift passing through the clouds and landing on her safely.

"Hehe..." Qin Wanxi's laughter came from behind her, knowing that she had fallen for this little ghost again, she was angry and funny, turned around, and looked at her with a complicated expression.

"Sister Wan, your hands are so fragrant!" Feng Ling deliberately sniffed his right hand and said intoxicatedly.

"I don't have time to laugh with you, come on, what are you doing when you come out with me?" Qin Wanxi said angrily.

"Hey, this scene seems to be familiar!" Feng Ling said, slowly approaching Qin Wanxi.

"Really?" Qin Wanxi's thoughts returned to that night, and she suddenly felt that the wind spirit in front of her was a little unfamiliar, and she couldn't help asking, "Are you really a wind spirit?"

"Sister Wan, I haven't seen you for a few days, why don't you know each other?" the wind spirit still smiled and groaned.

"Since it's really you, why would you do that kind of thing?" Qin Wanxi's face was covered with pain.

"What kind of thing?" Wind Spirit's eyes widened, looking confused.

"Forget it, don't mention it, since I found out about it, I don't want to see you again!

"No, Sister Wan, what did my Feng Ling do to make people so jealous?" Feng Ling rushed to Qin Wanxi's approach and asked loudly.

"Okay, since you really want to know!, don't blame me for not saving face!" Qin Wanxi seemed to have made a lot of determination, and briefly recounted what she heard to Feng Ling that day.

Feng Ling listened silently, a deep tooth mark appeared on his lower lip, and his body couldn't help but take a step back, his eyes were completely devoid of the look of suitability, and he said timidly: "Sister Wan, what do you think of me?"

"I..." Just when she was telling the story, Qin Wanxi was still using her father's words countless times in her heart to calm her mood, thinking that Feng Ling would sneer at each other with disdain, but she didn't expect her to admit it, Qin Wanxi was dumbfounded, and she didn't know what to say.

"My sister must think that I am despicable!" replied generously for Qin Wanxi.

When Qin Wanxi heard this, she didn't say a word.

"Sister, do you know how my father died?" Feng Ling pulled Qin Wanxi aside and suddenly asked.

"How do I know about your family affairs?" Qin Wanxi's feelings for Feng Ling had turned into a piece of tissue paper, and she asked inexplicably.

"Then have you ever heard of Feng Bu's name?" Feng Ling asked one after another questions that Qin Wanxi didn't know why.

"This, I don't walk around the rivers and lakes much, so naturally I can't do everything!" Qin Wanxi was unwilling to know nothing in front of the wind spirit.

"You can't do everything," the wind spirit smiled, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

"Hmph!" Qin Wanxi seemed to think that the wind spirit was playing tricks again, and her face was full of contempt.

"Sister Wan," Feng Ling wiped away her tears, "If I told you that I never had an uncle named Feng Buvain, would you believe it?"

When Qin Wanxi heard this, an undercurrent surged in her heart, but she still didn't answer.

"Sister Wan, somehow, as soon as I saw you, I had an incomparably closeness in my heart, and now that you don't even believe me, what's the point of my life!"

"Never!" Qin Wanxi's face was cold and warm, and she shot down the dagger with one palm, and said with palpitations: "What are you doing?"

"Sister Wan..."Feng Ling screamed, threw herself into Qin Wanxi's arms, and cried loudly.

"Ling'er!" Qin Wanxi's eyes were also a little wet, and she couldn't help but hug the thin body in her arms.

"Sister Wan," Feng Ling said with tears in her eyes, "Ling'er knows that you are good to me, but since you have embarked on this path, you can't turn back." ”

The wind spirit's eyes were full of determination and determination.

"Ling'er, don't be so stubborn, it's not too late to restrain yourself from the precipice!" Qin Wanxi said bitterly.

"Sister Wan, do you remember my father's style?" Feng Ling didn't pay attention to Qin Wanxi's persuasion, and let the topic return to his father.

"Of course I remember!" Qin Wanxi agreed, the scene of the past seemed to appear in front of her, and said sadly: "His departure, we are as sad as you!"

"Sister Wan, maybe my father isn't dead!" Feng Ling broke away from Qin Wanxi's embrace, his eyes flashing with beating hope.

"Ling'er, by the way!" Qin Wanxi thought that the wind spirit had hallucinated, and patiently enlightened.

"Sister Wan, uncle, has he been abnormal lately?" Feng Ling's mind was always jumping, and even a smart girl like Qin Wanxi was a little overwhelmed.

"It's not unusual," Qin Wanxi looked at Feng Ling in confusion, but Qin Yuan's words came from her ears, and then said, "My senior brother said that my father-in-law seems to be a little forgetful. “

"Forgetful!" a look of fear suddenly appeared in the wind spirit's eyes, and he asked urgently, "But sometimes you can't even remember?"

"Ling'er," Qin Wanxi took her hand with pity and said, "My father is just tired for a while, and it's not a big deal!"

"Oh, that's good... That's good..."Feng Ling was relieved and muttered, "My father is not so lucky, before he died, it was only his brother who was obsessed!"

"Ling'er, you said before that you didn't have this uncle, but really?" In Qin Wanxi's heart, Feng Bu was the culprit who made Feng Ling unbearable.

"It's true!" the wind spirit was categorical.

"That Lingzun... Could it be that the wind is not in vain, but it is fabricated out of thin air?" Qin Wanxi regretted as soon as she said this, feeling that her thoughts were simply absurd.

"Maybe you're right!" the wind spirit looked at her, his eyes losing their brilliance.

"Since my father is seriously ill, I haven't seen him again...", the wind spirit said gloomily as he looked at Haoyue.